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Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: MrMaru Date: October 30, 2015, 2:05 pm
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The kingdom of the insane and twisted. Set in an alternate
Victorian Era Europe, the industrial age never quite took hold
and thus... the Steam era expanded in this world.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: BooBoo Date: October 30, 2015, 2:35 pm
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"Bbzzzzzeeeekkkkk!"
This is the first thing Kelsea hears. This is what wakes her
from her dreams of fish people. This awful noise. With a groan
she slaps the table next to her king sized bed. The vibrations
from the slap are enough to silence the offending object.
Sitting up and stretching her arms and popping her back she
thinks on the things she has to do today. There is a meeting on
the new steam powered horse laws. A new dress fitting. The 2
hour required reading she had to do. Of course she also must
write her dear friend back as well. They had been keeping a
running correspondence since they could write. She kept all of
his letters in a book on her desk along with all her other books
and quills and random pieces of paper. Pens existed in her world
of course, but Kelsea had always liked the way her letter
camebout when using a quill. It just felt right.
With a groan she slides her feet into the furlined house
slippers next to her bed. The stone floors of the manor were
always like ice. Padding her way down the long halls graced with
the faces of long dead family members she comes to the end of
the hall and her destination. The warmth of the hearth greeted
her immediately and then the smell of breakfast. The kitchen
over-seer greeted her with a small curtsey even to Kelsea had
told her to stop that several times. She nods at the woman. The
woman then went back to her job, making sure the machines were
functioning properly. Kelsea sat waiting for her sister to join
her.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: guest1380 Date: October 30, 2015, 3:40 pm
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The morning light assaulted her vision as her eyes fly open and
she sat straight up. Wild strands of white hair plastered to her
cheeks from the perspiration that was a result of a nightmare,
tickled her skin. She wiped the hair off along with the sweat
and attempted to make her heartbeat static again.
It was past time for breakfast, her sister would be up by now.
Acknowledging the fact, her limbs pushed her forward out of bed.
She quickly dressed and tamed the hair on her head. At the age
of four, her hair had been an auburn color, but by six, it had
turned an alarming shade of blonde, almost white.
No one really cared for such a drastic shade of blond, but she
had grown accustomed to it.
Descending the stairs, she skipped a few steps, avoided the weak
spots which will cause obscene squeals of protest, and all so
doing by memory.
When she had made it into the kitchen, her sister was already
seated at the table. The worker curtsied, making her grin.
She also bowed, but it was exaggerated.
Then, she plopped down in a chair on the opposite end of her
sister.
"Morning," she said, eyeing the food hungrily.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: MrMaru Date: October 30, 2015, 3:56 pm
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'Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BANG!'
The sound of a mechanical whistle before falling from its perch
to the floor below echoed from the kitchen as Montague awoke
from his slumbers.Left arm having been replaced by a steamtech
artificial arm due to an accident years ago, he had to roll over
and climb out of bed on his only good arm before reaching down
and hoisting the heavy mechanical prosthesis up to his shoulder
and attaching it. This was just one more day in the twisted
man's life and he lived it as though it were completely natural.
What would he have to do today? Contend with the peasants or
perhaps tinker with some of his inventions, or hopefully
correspond with his favorite person and correspondent? Only time
would tell, but Alexander quite enjoyed it. As he awoke from his
slumbers and prepared for the day, once slipping into his
clothes, consisting of leathers and silks, as well as a few
prosthetic, he'd find the answer as his mechanical horse neighed
outside.
He'd don a scowl before leaving his bedchamber and make his way
to his study. The elusive man's one good eye was a Jade green
color in comparison to his covered eye which was usually covered
by an eyepatch with a mechanical eye grafted on. The pain he'd
gone through over the years, since the fateful accident which
took his left arm, right eye, and left him needing his jaw and
right knee augmented; a steam ship crash which left him horribly
disfigured and in dire need of bionic implants. A small price to
pay for Alexander Montague; his desire of course, was to
correspond to his friend.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: BooBoo Date: October 30, 2015, 4:00 pm
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" Good morning dear sister. I would ask how you slept but..its
written all over your face. Tell me.. Was it the seaweed again?"
Kelsea tilts her head to the side with concern in her eyes.
Lately the nightmares had been plaguing her sister and she was
getting worried. " We have that meeting today on the new steam
powered robotic horses. Will you be up to this? Should I inform
Ludvig you are under the weather and wont be attending?" Kelsea
scoops up 5 strips of bacon and an egg as well as some potatoes.
A good serving. At 5'9 and 160 pounds she was sure she ought to
watch her figure but she loved the food and her body had the
ideal waist to hip dimensions that seemed to be the rage these
days. Of course the black leather and satin corsets were
partially to thank. Mother had been shaped just like she was..
Kelsea shakes her head. Thinking of mother would do her no good.
The past was past. They had only now.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: guest1380 Date: October 30, 2015, 6:22 pm
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She simply shrugged off her sister's concern. It was not that it
was not wanted. Rather, she did not want her to be worried over
silly dreams. They had plenty of other things to worry about.
"No, I'll survive," she replied, filling her plate with food.
Unlike her sister, she could eat a horse and lose weight. Others
hated her for the high metabolism she was blessed with, but to
her it was a curse. Although she may be thin, she lacked the
woman curvature one ought to have by her age like her sister
had. It was more likely to attract a man some day than her twig
for a body.
"When is the meeting?" she asked, glancing at the time as she
spoke.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: BooBoo Date: November 1, 2015, 6:39 pm
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" 1 p.m. and Im sure it will prove to be dreadful. Dont forget
that we must wear the family colors of green and black. I know
you hate it but they expect it from us. You know the council."
Kelsea shrugs. It was only 7:30 am. She had ample time to at
least start her letter to Monty (as she liked to call him in her
head.) It wouldnt be terribly long this week as she was
seemingly out of interesting stories for him.
Kelsea stuffs the rest of her breakfast into her mouth as her
cheeks puff out like a chipmuck. She mumbles some incoherent
nonsense to her sister through a mouth full of food and dashes
back up to her room to dress for the day and write. Since they
had the meeting today she would be wearing an evergreen and
black striped dress under a black leather corset. Pulling her
ebony locks up into a bun while allowing a few tendrils to
escape and frame her face she sighs shallowly and takea her
place at her desk to write.
Dear Alex,
Greetings. Salutations. Good day sir.
Formalities out of the way, how are you? Hows old Iron Sides?
From your last letter you were saying that you had to fix the
mechanisms in his ribcage. How did that turn out?
You also asked how things were here at the manor. Things proceed
here as usual. The gardens are in bloom and sister and I did our
reading out and amongst the flowers yesterday. 'Twas lovely.
Sister continues to vex me. She is having the nightmares again.
Im dreaming of the water too but mine feel happy and pleasant.
Im free. Im amoung fish people. They are quite the sight. They
always seem so sad to see me go when I wake. We have a meeting
today to discuss the new designs for the mechanized horses here.
They've designed 3 sizes I suppose. You know I dont much care as
long as they pull the carriage. I quite wish I had more to tell
you. I did run into Amythest Edwards the other day. You remember
her? You ought. You had a massive crush on her.. Anyway, she has
6 children and one nasty opium habit it seems. It seems like she
might be a lady of the night. I thought you might appreciate
that bit of news. I hope this reaches you in good health and it
gets to you in a speedy fashion.
Sincerely,
Kelsea Glynn
That done Kelsea turns to the window. The week after this will
be the 3 year anniversary of her parents death and it always put
her in a pensive mood. Absent-mindedly she picks up the bell on
her desk and rings it 3 times and when her servent comes running
in she hands the letter over with the mailing instructions while
staring out the window.
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Re: Twisted Ambitions Kingdom
By: MrMaru Date: November 2, 2015, 11:15 am
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He'd receive the letter hours later and would chuckle as he did;
it wasn't instant but same day delivery had its perks. His
brother was crazy, but Alex knew he had to respond to Kelsea. It
seemed he was compelled to do it as though the very steam
pumping through his mechanical arm was driving him towards it; a
feat reserved for the gods. When he sat down to write, having
read her letter, a smirk befell his lips as he gazed. It seemed
things had become a bit mundane for them save for a garden party
she'd be attending this eve. Something that didn't interest Alex
too much, yet he'd amuse the idea nonetheless.
In response, he'd allow the typewriter to scribe his words upon
the paper in its carriage as he allowed his thoughts to flow
like the life giving steam.
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Dear Kelsea,
Greetings, Salutations. Good day, Madam.
Formalities transposing to the past, how do you faire this day?
I regret to inform that Iron Sides requires more ingenuity to
maintain than previously thought. It pleases me that things
proceed as usual. As for the former fling, I remember her. Upon
deaf ears were my pronunciations of grandeur thrust,
unfortunately. It amuses me that she's taken a turn for the
worst. A lady of the night is the least of her worries, but
alas, I appreciate the news. I'm working on a method to convey
messages nigh instantaneously, but so far, the manor grows cold
and lifeless, save the whirring of steam. The calls of warm
flesh have since grown cold and my research is yet to continue.
I trust the meeting will go well, and i trust this reaches you
in good time and health.
Until we meet..
Sincerely,
Alexander Montague
That done, making short work of folding the parchment into a
small shape of the square variety, he places the cyllendrical
tube in the back of one of his mechanical ravens and sends it to
the fair maiden.
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